His smile faded as something began a slow smolder in his eyes. “Nic. Thank you for helping.”
She shivered. “Of course.”
“Nic?” he said.
Barely able to breathe, her gaze drifted to his lips. “Yes?”
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Yes.” Her eyes drifted shut.
Slowly, his lips met hers, brushed once, twice.
“Thomas.” She sighed and, as his mouth took hers again, she felt the shape of his smile.
Pleasure rushed through her, sharp and bright. Never had it been like this. All the boys she’d kissed, the men she’d teased, none had made her feel as she did now. Emotion swelled, until it felt her heart was too large for her chest and would encompass all of her, occupy her totally with this feeling for him. For Thomas.
Threading her fingers through the short hair at the base of his neck, she smiled as he placed his lips against her eyelids, her brows. Cupping her face, he placed a string of kisses along her cheek and over her temple before returning his mouth to hers.
Pulling back, he smoothed his thumbs against her cheekbones. “I can’t resist you, Nic.”
“Good.” She placed her hands over his. “I can’t resist you, either.”